Made up of two

If I was
one
made up of two
and took steps
in unison
with another,
there would be no night
that
stretched too long
into morning
and no silence
that rendered me fearful
of living.

And
if I was lucky enough
to be
one
made up of two
with the other
being who you show the world,
I would wrap my heart
in your hands
and beat in time
with the beat
of yours.

And with each beat
I would fall further into an us
that made
being only one
the only thing
worth being
and would know
that truth exists
when one
sees the world
made up of two.